Blue Eyed Lady

How is my blue-eyed lady
of the first night of spring
who kisses so softly on broadway
in the dust of passing buses
under the marquee
in the pressure of public unaware?
as I think -she makes me feel like Rita did,
near the tops of the trees.


Weeding Or Feeding
What Sense Is It?
When i knew everything
When I Was Young
Wicked Whispers
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